Daddy's Little Princess.

[Violet]

.. my love, I see you are rehearsing now. You must be celebrating with friends you’ve not seen in quite some time. I do hope all is wonderful for you. I’m sure it is.. (.. x x.. x..

It’s been a difficult few days for some reason. I may hire someone to help me with the website, since too much time is passing.. although I worry about finding the right person, and for not too much, either. Anyway, that’s what I’ll be figuring out if I disappear from here for a while.

.. as of now, I’m needing to go to the city. [I’ll listen to Old Ideas, I think.. and maybe something “old” of yours, too) Oh—last night I started writing a poem, far too late. I was up nearly half the night with it. I had rode out to our lake yesterday (also far too late), and it had gotten dark, and

.. in any case, I seem to need to write these poems just now, as if they might tell me something.. (the way that poems sometimes force their thinking on you)

but, you know.. my dilemma, more and more, is just what to say to you.. not seeing clearly your side of things. I know you're just so busy right now, too--but then I think of the various "selves" we live in. The various needs we all have. The selves "hidden."

but in that, I don't know what to do. I don't know what it all means exactly.

and so it remains this dilemma. And I can feel quite alone with it sometimes. Alone, and not alone. It's such a strange kind of purgatory, even.

anyway, I love you, my angel.. and send again my tender kiss.. x.. (I wish I could watch you rehearse..

.. actually.. [back on the poem].. I think Leaves of Grass must be “circling ‘round me”.. (I need to find my copy).. it must be all the Nature up here.

.. but the very beginning of this reminds me of your Book of Mercy.. and as that happened without my intending it to, it’s all the more meaningful to me that it does. I think, too, the poem speaks to the unconscious, its wanting to break into consciousness.. (even though that's somehow frightening)

anyway, please think kindly of me, my love.. since nothing is easy for me just now.



As when first I saw you not gone


Even as night descended, I was
without you.

I felt afraid, and I cried as I rode, not
seeing what was just ahead.

But when first I set out, I
remembered.

It was the surety of the road—the openness
of the
sky, and I spoke to you. Even in
darkness
I did. Even when I was
afraid

(remembering then how often
you had comforted me)


My darling, I keep calling for
you,

(and sometimes I think I
feel
you calling)

even as I panicked, and
was gasping for breath (that you
could be

gone from me)


But what ever of the sky even were

you?

Or of the trees’ rough bark—golden in
the

sunlight; two slender
forms, like
lovers entwined (for you and I
had

become them)


And wasn’t it you, in the
small bird
circling ‘round me?

(never did he mean to go)


And now, poor
womb
inflamed—not just
in my
discomfort (as I’m
not
quite well)

but could I take the
shock
merely of

that spoken?


As, torn from sleep (the
forest’s
deep

enfolding)

(so sweetly moss
and

bright

and soft

—all so suddenly spoken!

so torn

from limb to

limb,

from
battered branches

(in bitter wind
forlorn)

but reaching

(as does the
heart)

as does the small
bird

circling


(as when first I saw
you

not gone)


x

later edit: just the spacing.
more edits: italics, spacing.

[Violet]

.. my angel, how are you?

.. this is the poem of yours I randomly opened to this morning. Perhaps it follows well that last post.

Well, here's to being happy in your work, my love.. x.. (and towards that, I send you this "buoyant bell"..



BODY OF LONELINESS

She entered my foot with her foot
and she entered my waist with her snow.
She entered my heart saying,
"Yes, that's right."
And so the Body of Loneliness
was covered from without,
and from within
the Body of Loneliness was embraced.
Now every time I try to draw a breath
she whispers to my breathlessness,
"Yes, my love, that's right, that's right."


[L.C., Book of Longing]


I somehow feel to add this recording of yours.. (it's on my mind today..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKZQA1Sk1Js
FULL SCREEN..

later note: actually, I'm rather amused that this "road song" should have come to mind, as I see you're already traveling.. (safe travels, my love.. xx x..

[Violet]

.. my angel, I know you've been traveling.. and.. well, you're probably pretty tuckered, but

anyway, I'll make this brief.

okay, so.. I just watched Mel Brook's flick The Producers, which [surprisingly enough] I've never watched straight through before. I remember seeing the Springtime for Hitler number when I was quite young, and I almost thought I was hallucinating. [pretty great, I thought]

.. anyway, now that I'm putting together a website concerning film [for the most part], I

actually, I really shouldn't even be writing about movies here at all. I mean, I guess I need to be saving up this sort of thing for my site.

(sigh)

.. oh, and especially this amazingly adept cinephiliac realization I had tonight concerning Mel's flick.

okay, so.. see if you can pick up on something heretofore never commented on.. [or at least not to my knowledge].. specifically as concerns Gene Wilder's character, as per this particular scene..

.. (watch closely now..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWz0AWtwdoA
FULL SCREEN..

.. okay, just in case you're stumped..

imagine that, instead of Zero Mostel, you have a young Isabella Rossellini wearing nothing but her bathrobe. [actually that's all Zero was wearing too] [come to think of it]

still stumped?

Okay: add an oxygen mask, and move the action a bit closer to the floor.

if you guessed--actually, I'm really not up to posting that scene right now. [just not]

but, yes, you are correct: David Lynch based his entire film, Blue Velvet, on this Gene Wilder/Zero Mostel scene. And even if Lynch won't admit to this, I still think we can safely assume that he'd been exposed to this Gene Wilder bit at a very vulnerable phase of his development.. and I guess we all know the rest of that story.

[actually, if I use this for my website, I'm gonna have to come up with a good punch line just here]

.. [for some reason my mind just went to: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?--only how does one work Frank Booth into that?

Daughter: Mom.. Dad.. meet Frank.


.. anyway, my angel.. I just thought I'd share with you this rather significant contribution to what is sometimes referred to as "Cinema Studies."

[uh, that also will need a punch line]

Daughter: Frank and I met at a lecture on Christian Metz.

[oh, in case you don't know who--

uh, never mind] [although at that type of lecture the oxygen mask might actually come in handy]

[sound effect: just a little flourish by Bublitchi].. [get him warmed up]


.. okay, my love. 0H, AND: I didn't realize you were performing TOMORROW NIGHT (!!).. (or, no, March 2nd..

(oh, but, no wonder you were traveling today)

.. so, good luck, my angel.. and if you're not asleep yet.. sweet dreams.. x

.. actually, this song is kind of dreamy.. (even if the flick is more of a nightmare..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1TUHHf6HMQ
FULL SCREEN..

xx x.. xx..x..

[Violet]

.. my love, how are you?

.. well, I imagine you're all geared up for your first show of the 2013 tour. It's exciting, my angel.

.. as for me, I've been

well, aside from the website thing.. [the details of which I shall spare you].. but, I thought to get a sense of some of the poems I've posted on this thread--over time, I mean.. and so, tonight I found myself going back a ways.. and

well, I've come upon quite a few that don't at all read the way I imagined they did when I first wrote them. Actually, I used to have a rule about that--I mean about not posting poems without giving them some "maturity" time.

.. but.. well.. even as it's rather an "ouch" experience to come upon such poems, there's also a part of me that's

(I have to take a breath here, since I can't believe I'm "allowing" myself this)

.. but, yes, I do feel somewhat touched that I let myself be so imperfect "before you," as it were.

.. actually, there's a lot in this thread that's difficult for me to go back and read--not just the poems.. but some of the things I was going through, and had shared with you.

and I know at times I've written far too much, too. [didn't have my "internal editor" on the job for a lot of these posts]

.. so

anyway, I'm trying to block the feeling of abject humiliation in favor of.. well.. just what you mean to me, and what I was willing to risk, given that.

.. so, I guess you could say I'm feeling fairly flawed and "human" just now. Not too "snappy."

.. but, maybe you've been able to make some allowances for this highly imperfect vehicle that is "on-the-spot post writing." [I'm hoping]


alright, my Divine.. have a fantastic time tomorrow night (!)

.. and I send you luck and love and riches.. all in this tender kiss.. x..

(I love you, my darling).. (I miss you..

.. maybe I should see what I might find, youtube way.. (I really liked the Midnight Cowboy images cut to I Can't Forget)..

actually, this might just hit the spot.. (and this is me, my love.. just this evening, in fact.. at our "violet-hued" lake..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDaioEARz_0
FULL SCREEN..

next day: ..hmm.. I should have had "this is I".. (not me).. (still, I feel for "me" too).. (another kiss for luck, my angel.. x

[Violet]

.. here's a particularly interesting section of Matt Diehl's Rolling Stone review of last night's show:

... Cohen hardly treated his vintage favorites as sacred texts. "Waiting For a Miracle" was given a deeper, almost trip-hop funk workout, making it simultaneously sexier and more futuristically dystopian. Similarly, "First We Take Manhattan" and "Everybody Knows" sprouted even greater rhythmic heft, turning into disco-party boogie monsters onstage. "Bird on a Wire" took on a much bluesier tone, with extended guitar interplay and churchy organ, while "Anyhow" exuded some of the smokiest jazz vibes Cohen has ever rendered. "Who By Fire" became utterly transformed by Javier Mas’ dramatic Spanish-inflected six-string interpretation – just one of Mas’ many astonishing virtuoso moments throughout the evening.

Cohen’s most radical reworking, however, was saved for his biggest hit, "Hallelujah," whose arrival felt almost unexpected, introduced with offhand grace midway through the concert’s second half. Cohen started "Hallelujah" in understated fashion, seeming to deny the melisma-laden performances that have made it a TV singing-contest trademark; his delivery grew in force, seeing him drop to his knees as he lost himself in the song. His current treatment of "Hallelujah" belied a self-referential, deprecating wit that held sway over the entire performance. [end excerpt]


.. well, congratulations, my love, on coming back in full swing, "and then some." [I liked the look of the setlist, too].. [oh, and I hope there'll be some youtube links soon]

It's strange I've been feeling just so heavy hearted this weekend, and yet your being back on the road is nothing to be feeling down about. In fact, there's a part of me that feels that excitement, too.

.. anyway, I'm just dropping by to wish you another wonderful night at Oakland's Paramount Theater. [looks like a wonderful venue]

.. and I send again my tender kiss, my love.. x.. (along with this terribly spirited "pre-entrance" you all once made.. not so very long ago..

(if I ever get around to doing a film, I need to have a scene like this).. (.. xx.. x..

http://leonardcohen.tumblr.com/post/309 ... om-for-the
FULL SCREEN..

[Violet]

.. my love, how are you?

I imagine quite well, after having a wonderful time these last two nights.. (as described in the reports here)

[I would dismiss however, my angel, those life expectancy indexes, as they seem to be neglecting "the roaring nineties"].. [something to keep in mind]

.. as for me, I’ve quite a lot to attend to just now—actually, I realize I’m feeling glad you’re on the road again, since that’s what you love doing best. And so, if ever I worry about you, I worry less now that all is up and running with that.

In any case, should I be scarce here for a while, it’s that I’m needing to attend to some things—including, of course, this website business.. (which is seeming to entail more than I first bargained for)

.. anyway, I’ll leave you for now with a photograph I took recently on the “Ophelia side” of our lake, maybe given there is a darkness to her story.. [a version of which I somehow feel to be wrangling with just now].. but also given the manner of light and spirit I've brought to my own rendering of this character, and which I've tried to emulate in this photograph as well.

.. and so, this place of tranquil peace is my hope for myself just now—and for you, and for all of us.

I love you, my love.. x

and miss you.. (more than I can say)..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFqOAJkIUIo
FULL SCREEN..

[Violet]

.. my angel, how are you?

I guess I’m at this place where certain things must end, in order that something new might take hold. Only, I’m not quite sure, exactly, what I'm supposed to be giving up--especially when I don't even feel to have such choices.

I wonder if we were to talk what you might say to me.

(sigh)

Anyway, I know I have to be strong, and do the things I might to help myself. And from that, then.. well, hopefully some answers will come forth.

.. in the meantime, I thought I’d post here the speech I wrote for Ophelia in which—well, at least in part she tackles Hamlet’s most famous speech, preoccupied as it is with "endings."


So, you must be traveling to Canada now, my love. I send again my tender kiss.. x.. (this toward more wonderful and charming performances).. (actually, there are some very funny anecdotes posted!).. (that keyboard schtick is priceless)

(I don't know that I'd hire you, however, since you'd no doubt steal the show).. (I'm suddenly imagining you doing some sort of gymnastic "dismount" or something--the first ever tried from off of a keyboard)

[a solid ten, my angel] [that's what I'd give you] [even just for attempting it]

.. anyway, as for tomorrow night, maybe you can secretly dedicate a song to me, my love, in order that your v i o l e t flower might pull through, after all.

[it could help, at this point]

[and yes, I've been dragging my feet on this computer "code" business--but now finally I'm really gonna have to just bite the bullet and get down to some serious work--oh, and that's thanks to your inspirational keyboard work--which I know is not even your forte.. and so, I mean, how could I not give this "code" stuff my all, then??]


.. anyway.. (getting back to "doom and gloom").. this leads into Ophelia's speech..


Yorick:
No matter, mam. For to be in this world, is to
be sullied, is it not?

Yorick disappears.

Ophelia, anguished, stares at the shadows where Yorick just vanished.

Ophelia:
(thinking out loud)
To be in this world…

Suddenly, she thinks to get up, taking out from under her bed the small casket Yorick had once brought her. She sits on her bed, resting the closed casket on her lap.

Ophelia [cont'd]:
(her mind keen and
feverish)
But, what of Hamlet once spoke not to be? For
I cannot think his words did issue from such
a mind as is ready to depart. Indeed, ‘twas
great with thought he did fathom… his
most unfathomable end.
(running her fingers
along the casket)
... even when of thoughts he named like fine-
hewn coffins formed for that pregnant moment
that doth give rise to them. That in thought
still born and sicklied o’er… its vital currents
turned awry… so to lose the name of “action.”
(her energy rising,
bitter tears emerging)
But oh to be acted on by one as he when finally
he’s so moved to act! For become we not like
so much other deadness he lugs about the
chamber—one moment he’s despairing of it…
the next, heedlessly stabbing with his rapier…
or sharply cutting his teeth with his keen
tongue on those of but mortal mind and flesh
made!
(pauses)
Though ne’er did he love. Or if he loved, ne’er
did he love me.
(a darkness descends
upon her)
And still, such a terrible pall doth now befall me,
that such a mind as Hamlet’s could ever end. And
If such as he could be extinguished…
(resigned)
.. how closer to extinction, then, must I be?

She opens the casket, and WE SEE the skeletal remains of a small animal.

Ophelia [cont'd]:
(softly, looking upon
the dead hare)
Does it end thus?… in nothing more than dust
and bones?
(touching her own
cheek)
When no paint for thy face, nor even art that
knows in us that most cherished, as well that
darkest place... nay, none be of such a lasting
mettle that doth stay, the rotting festering cause
of this imminent decay.

WE SEE now the animal in the casket with its fur-covered flesh exposed and ROTTING, as WORMS permeate the carcass.

[end: excerpt]


(my angel, pictured here is ice from a brook, and the steam coming off of it--from that evening I wound up taking "night shots".. (these brooks, more so than the lakes, are what have me thinking of Ophelia)

oh, and.. (once again).. Hamlet's "explanation" to his Ophelia.. (as I would render it--in a film, I mean)

(I love you, my darling)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrSCCitbo6U
FULL SCREEN..

[Violet]

.. my angel..

gosh, I totally changed my mind.

anyway, I've been in the city today and missing you just so much.. and so I just wanted to wish you a wonderful time tonight.. [in case you stop by here]

.. (my tender kiss, my love.. x

('til soon.. xx x..

[imaginary friend]

Your Honeybundle will be wowing the crowd in Victoria BC tonight, V, which is almost my hometown... but alas (as you would say) I won't be there

xo

[Violet]

.. oh, no, I.F.--not you too??

who will hoot on the--you know.. [filthy]bits.. for me?

??

[xx]

[Violet]

.. my angel, I see no reports for Victoria here.. [just read a nice review, though].. but I felt such an excitement last night, and thought you must have been having a great time with it.. (.. x xx..




You know, I'd been rather down feeling for days--but the city seemed to see this lift from me for some reason. Even as I was missing you, I was just so glad to be among other human beings.. (and not just amidst the pines and the wind)

.. and as I sat in this rather noisy cafe.. [it was the lower level of the Time Warner building on Columbus Circle, where there's this enormous Whole Foods, its cafe, etc.] [it's just across from where my doctor's office is situated].. but as I sat there, and was even annoyed by the incessant mindless-sounding chatter of this man at the next table.. still, it was then that something came to me.

.. you know, when you seek to make a feature film, and for not too much in the way of ducats, well your mind--or, well, my mind, I should say, always goes to the perfect "one location" movie. This may sound like a difficult sort of film to render well--and it is, since it calls for some very compelling writing, given there are no cuts to new locations, etc., to move the story forward. I actually came close to a one location in my Ophelia script.. but given it's a period film, there's more of a budget involved--just in terms of costumes, even.. so

actually, I had potential investors for that film and was advised to make a promotional trailer to secure their interest, which is what I was in the midst of doing when the market last collapsed, with such investors losing nearly fifty percent of their investments. [that's when I thought the film gods really had it in for me] And it wasn't long after that that I had to move up here, since the cost of living--rents especially--has been just so much on the rise. I mean, it's really not the city it once was, when artists could afford to live there for very little.

ANYWAY.. as I sat in that noisy cafe yesterday.. [oh, and here I've been posting these "Ophelia inspired" photograhs, and some of the writing from my screenplay].. but suddenly an idea came to me for quite possibly the perfect one location screenplay. Oh, and I have a camera--and, yes, I have to make do with digital for now. [not my favorite thing] And as I've mentioned, I have a very recent version of Final Cut--just waiting for me to make use of. And I even have access to a wonderful Upper East Side apartment. The hardest part is finding great actors at this "scrounging around" level of things, but I've done it in the past, so

ANYWAY.. the script idea involves the character Ophelia in some way, but more "in reference to" sort of thing. Oh, and it calls for just two actors. Well, three maybe. [I won't know until I write it] But writing a screenplay has never been difficult for me, so

of course, I need to focus on this blasted website first. Still, I started writing the new script in that cafe yesterday

and

well, maybe this time I really found a way to make a film for virtually no ducats. [!!] I mean, this time there are no sets to build, not too much in the way of costumes.. no celluloid to purchase. Maybe some lights.

so.. you see?.. I may have cracked this nut finally. [??] And, as I said, screenplays are not usually where the difficulty lies for me. It has more to do with financing the thing.

.. so, it seems my "thinking out loud" to you as concerns Ophelia has led to this idea.. so I thank you once again, my angel, for being there for me. Oh, and if this venture works, it's then that I might be able to do my Ophelia film itself.. [which as I said is a bit too involved for me to attempt just now]

.. anyway, maybe this one location "ta-da" idea is what I needed to renew my hope again, since I was feeling that this feature film 'nut' was really just too hard to crack. I mean, unless you're Francis Ford Coppola's daughter or something. [seems like]

(sigh)

.. so. Yeah. Maybe I really figured this out finally. We'll see, I guess.

.. okay, my angel. I guess I have my work cut out for me. I haven't given up on the singing idea, either. But.. yeah.. I've been waiting a bit on that. Actually, I had an "open mic" dream last night. [??] [just remembered!].. [and, I mean, I don't have too many of those]

.. but, yes, I was singing with this other woman, who was really screwing the song up.. [I can't remember what song it was].. but, I saw what was happening, and I just wouldn't let it go that way. Instead, I managed to "save face" by singing through whatever difficulty there was

and so I prevailed. [??]

[I do hope that bodes well for something, my angel]


.. alright, my love. You are my heart, and my darling.. x.. (keep that contagious fire of yours well stoked, and burning bright.. xx x..

(oh, and just know I'm with you, my love.. as you storm through Canada.. oh, and the States, soon.. x x x..

.. (I have you close, my darling..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRcPII4mcwc
FULL SCREEN..

[Violet]

.. my angel, how are you?

.. the picture of your seagull posted [on the Victoria show thread here] indicates a pretty well-fed bird. Now, not that I imagine she had a weight problem, but maybe it's Queen Victoria herself. (she probably likes you).. (and who knows, maybe the queen had such a sweet tooth, once upon a time).. (oh, and a time-bending iPad predilection)

(what exactly do you "do" on your iPad, my angel?).. (actually, I'll be getting to my "techie" section in just a sec)

.. meantime, I also took a gander at your show at The Avenue Gallery. I'm supposing you must have been to some manner of opening there while in town. [a few kisses for that, my love..x x.x..] Gosh it's reminding me that I wanted to do some Agent Longing drawings, only I don't know when I'll get around to that. [I have that whole thing on hold right now, since a part of me fears landing in Guantanamo if I succeed in publishing that thing].. [not that I'm necessarily against travel, but

(sigh)

speaking of things related to Cuba, I thought I'd mention Chavez's death, especially given he came up in that research I had done, and so I'm left wondering as to the actual cause of his illness, and now passing. [it seems he felt the U.S. was involved, and Castro was able to "fill in" that theory rather convincingly]

(another sigh)

.. so. Oh, so I was up late last night starting to feel out that screenplay idea. I'm going to have to break down this weekend and venture over to the "haunted" house to see if I might find my Hamlet book, at the very least.

(yes, another sigh)

.. actually, already, I was thinking of using Different Sides, my angel. For this film, I mean. We'll see. I find I usually garner some inspiration through the songs [very often yours] that come up for me, in relation to what I'm writing. I don't know if every screenplay I've written involves your music, but quite a number of them do.. and I have a feeling this is going to be one of those projects. What's tricky is that I don't like using music or even character ideas from other screenplays of mine, just in case I manage to start making these films. Still, its tempting to make the first project some manner of amalgam involving my other attempts at "one locations".. so

[I guess I'll just have to see]

.. what else.

oh. I think I need a new heading:

VIOLET UPGRADE

.. well, my angel, I finally broke down and got myself an iPhone. [yes, you heard me correctly: an iPhone] I am now "touch screening" all over the place. [I feel like I've finally left Medieval times].. [crummy blackberry]

.. anyway, two rather strange things with this iPhone already:

1. when I go to google-search something it automatically goes to a pre-existing search on "golf." [that's right: my iPhone thinks I'm into golf] Now, I've tried to somehow "fix" this problem.. you know, and maybe have the search be more like "film finance".. [just for example].. but, no. The golf gods seem to be prevailing so far.

2. so my iPhone also thinks I'm interested in and want to know all about the weather in a place called "Cupertino." [??] Now, all I know about Cupertino so far, is that it's three hours earlier, and the weather seems a lot milder. [for the most part]

[of course, I immediately tried to change the setting from Cupertino to Guantanamo, but

(okay, I'll stop).. (probably shouldn't push that, even though I do happen to know a good defense attorney).. [Ahem].. (oh, that's right, they did away with habeas corpus, so I guess there's really no need for a lawyer, after all)

[actually, this is probably an Obama byword:

simplify

(you know, I've been very good, my angel, in that I rarely listen to the news, and even those times I do, I have in some manner trained myself just to "not think").. (seems like the best approach for me at this point in time)

[double-triple sigh]

oh, so, In Sum: my iPhone seems to be suggesting I take up golf in Cupertino.

[then again, you've been feeding your iPad to a seagull disguised as Queen Victoria.. so


Okay, last on the technology front is something I did some time ago now. Yes, I finally opened a twitter account. I figured that when I DO get this website up and running [which is what I really should be doing right now, in fact, my love].. [sigh].. but yes, once that happens, I'll have to do a Violet facebook page, and I'll have to tweet, I guess, etc. You know, in order to "launch" the new website. [as in tweets like: Violet flower pleads with Harvey Weinstein].. [stuff like that]

oh, so, twitter wise, my name is [much later note: decided to blank this now] [it's been here for quite some time, in any case.. so] Or, no [blank] I think it is. [the name [blank] was already taken. As was [blank] etc. And so the name [blank] came to me. Actually, I think of it as the name Jane Austen might have chosen if a gun were held to her head and she were forced to open a twitter account.

here's a sample of what that might be like [straight from Jane's tweets, in other words]:

"Yes, the name of my new novel is Sense and Sensi--

[yeah, I could see her going over the "character limit"] [knowing her]

Actually, on that front, I've even come up with a new tweet idea, my angel. (!) It's called

the nano-tweet

yes, instead of the allotted one hundred and forty characters it's more like four. Or five, maybe. Just enough to "grunt" or "groan" or

[F. wouldn't even be able to fit in his "expletive," now that I think of it]

still, you can "gasp"

"gulp"

"blink"

"burp"

or my favorite, simply:

"bleh"

I think it could catch on, my angel. [I'll expect the royalties on that to start rolling in any day now]

Funny, when I first signed up for twitter, they gave me some recommendations on who or what to "follow." [in the detective business it's called "shadowing" someone, by the way.. but

anyway, the choices they had for me ranged from Lady GaGa to Reuters. I chose a few newsie things, then settled on Leonardo DiCaprio. [just because I preferred him to Lady GaGa, actually] But, so far, I've been a lazy follower. [actually, he's into saving wildlife, etc., so he really wasn't the worst choice, I don't think]

Oh, then I thought.. gee.. shouldn't I be "following"...................... you??

[I mean, it stands to reason, at this point]

.. but, you know, my love.. it's funny the reaction I had to that idea. [I mean, given I've been pouring my heart out to you for months and months and months] Still, I thought to "follow" you would sort of be "rude" somehow. [??]

.. anyway, if I change my mind, you'll know now that [blank] is none other than: little ol' moi.

(just a regular sigh, I think)

(I love you, my darling).. (actually, in "nano-tweet" that's "ilymd").. (just in case I chirp in with that at some point)


.. alright, well: that's the latest from this very wintery setting.. [snow has been falling since yesterday afternoon, my love.. and it doesn't seem to be stopping..

oh, and I send another tender kiss.. x.. this time to.. (actually, maybe I should "follow" you, since I have to keep going to your website to figure out just where you are)..

.. [..]..

okay, to:

Regina

or simply "Regi"

[if this were a nano-tweet]

.. alright, my angel. [actually, I know I posted this song just recently, but now it's on my mind..

.. oh, but let me see if I can find you a nice photo first..

(I like the “fire” in this shot..

.. which I managed to have happen strictly by accident, of course).. (yes, that's my secret weapon in the "cutting edge" photography game)

.. oh, and here’s to a lovely time tomorrow night, my angel.. (if I don’t make it back here before then.. xx x..

(I miss you, my love).. (just so much)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-saMZaooAbE
FULL SCREEN..

[Violet]

.. okay, my angel.. I am now officially a "follower" of yours, and you are my very first "tweet."

that is, if you are indeed Leonard Cohen@LeonardCohen74.. [which is at the top of the list, and has the most "followers" 'n stuff.. so..

.. [I tweeted you that secret "nano-tweet" I just mentioned above]

[I think I may be pushing it with the [blank] part of my profile.. but.. well.. I figure, what the heck]

.. ('til soon, my love.. x

much later edit: I'm no longer referencing my Twitter account here, is all.

[Violet]

.. gosh, I just saw your next two concerts are cancelled due to the flu. I send wishes for a speedy recovery to whomever is ill. My understanding is that you yourself are not sick.. so, stay well, my love.

.. and I send my tender kiss good-night.. x

[Violet]

.. my angel, how are you?

.. actually, where are you?.. (now that the next two concerts are cancelled)

I do hope those in the band who came down with the flu are well on the mend. And I do hope you are keeping well yourself, my love.


Well, today was sunny, and just so mild finally. Fifty degrees. I road out to our lake, and it was so warm I had my jacket off, and my gloves.. and I wound up sitting on the snow-covered ice on the lake itself, taking photographs.

.. you know, I'm really never sure what it is I'm looking for exactly with these photographs I'm taking. Often I'm just moving the camera around until I like what the light is doing. Of course, I very often find myself thinking of you. Especially today, as I started photographing my hands, and my legs.. and as I was handling my red cashmere scarf, which started seeming rather sensual, in fact.

anyway, the snow was quite wet, and the sun finally went down.. and so it was a dark and chilly and damp ride home. Still, I don't seem to mind when I think I might have some interesting pictures I can look at once I'm inside.

You know, my love.. I'm feeling a bit better these last few days. In part it may have to do with this new screenplay idea, since I really thought I'd just about given up on this whole feature film business. But also.. well.. maybe it's that I'm thinking that maybe it's alright that I need to write you just now. And.. I don't know.. I sometimes get the feeling that I will speak with you some day. I do hope that that's true. But, even if it's not, it's a nice feeling to have nevertheless.

.. okay, my angel.. do take care of yourself, and I shall do the same. And again I send you my tender kiss.. x..

.. (let me see if I might find something for you on youtube..

[oh, and it will take the next few posts to upload some pics from today.. so, I will need a few minutes to do that..

alright, my love.. my divine..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sD__XBhYExc
FULL SCREEN..

later edits: I found a version of this song with lyrics.. (oh, and then I thought to make note).. (need to get to bed now)